Darkness and loneliness fill my cell
with pain and fear too great to yell.
I wait for the mailman to deliver to me
as I wipe away tears that no one will see.
I pray so sincere with head raised above
please God, soon send a letter of love.
I long to gaze upon pages so dear
with riches to bring my loved ones near.
Words of diamonds on pages of gold,
a message from heaven as their story told.
We love you, miss you, pray you'll be free,
a treasure filled envelope just for me.
Please bring memories of joys I once knew
family, friends, and things I would do.
The darkness and pain of my cell prevails
as my name again was not called for mail.
by An Anonymous Lonely Inmate
